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Jan 2016
Living amongst the walking dead.
****** cold black eyes.
Roaming through life
hands ****** with no alibi.
Sickness swarms like butterfly's
in a open sky of lies.
All we know and are taught
are the twisted plans of the elite man.
As they twiddle their thumbs and watch the madness unfold of his thoughts untold coming to light but who actually knows. The hate it took to make this country. America the debt we never wanted the void that can never be paid. Even us in the know choose to be part of the demise flooding our minds and bodies with poison and suppressing the soul. Feeding the flesh not giving a **** about the rest. As we awaken may our own steps be all that we question.
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
(Allentown, PA)   
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